Only in a World With Zombies

"Ah! Get the frick away from me!" I screamed running away from the beast that was currently chasing me. The creature was gaining on me and I had to think quick, so like any sensible person I picked up the closest object to me and chucked it at the thing. And how'd that go you might ask? Well terrible, the thing I grabbed was a stick and not a big one, a stinking little stick. Once I threw it at the thing it didn't even seem fazed at all.
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She looked at me with lonely eyes.
Eyes full of pain, regret, and despair. They looked at me following my exact movements. Examining me from afar.
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I wake up with an extreme headache.
My side was killing me.
I felt like curling up in a ball and dying.
What the heck happened to me?
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TW: Blood, Gore, Death, Zombies, Slight Language, & anything else will be noted in chapters.